Poetry Sunday: The Garden in Winter by Lucy Maud Montgomery

The garden in winter can appear to be a pretty barren place, but as Lucy Maud Montgomery surely understood... 
"Safe beneath the snowdrifts lie 
Rainbow buds of by-and-by" 
and 
"Though the winds are keen and chill
Roses' hearts are beating still" 
The barrenness is an illusion; in fact, the garden in winter is full of life. And dreams.

 The Garden in Winter

 by Lucy Maud Montgomery

 Frosty-white and cold it lies 
Underneath the fretful skies; 
Snowflakes flutter where the red 
Banners of the poppies spread, 
And the drifts are wide and deep 
Where the lilies fell asleep. 

 But the sunsets o'er it throw 
Flame-like splendor, lucent glow, 
And the moonshine makes it gleam 
Like a wonderland of dream, 
And the sharp winds all the day 
Pipe and whistle shrilly gay. 

 Safe beneath the snowdrifts lie 
Rainbow buds of by-and-by; 
In the long, sweet days of spring 
Music of bluebells shall ring, 
And its faintly golden cup 
Many a primrose will hold up. 

 Though the winds are keen and chill 
Roses' hearts are beating still, 
And the garden tranquilly 
Dreams of happy hours to be­
In the summer days of blue 
All its dreamings will come true. 

Comments

  1. Judy KruegerFebruary 3, 2019 at 12:25 PM

    Appropriate poem for the beginning of February, that month when it seems winter will never end.

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    1. Dorothy BordersFebruary 3, 2019 at 2:43 PM

      It certainly seems that way in some parts of the country; here, we're expecting temperatures in the 70s this week and spring is peeking over the windowsill.

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  2. CarmenFebruary 4, 2019 at 8:07 AM

    What a beautiful poem! I love the rhyme.

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    1. Dorothy BordersFebruary 4, 2019 at 10:26 AM

      I think this poem represents what most people think of when they think of poetry.

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  3. outlawgardenerFebruary 8, 2019 at 9:19 AM

    What a delightful poem to remind us that the garden is still alive and dreaming during this seemingly endless season.

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    1. Dorothy BordersFebruary 8, 2019 at 10:19 AM

      The season undoubtedly seems endless in your part of the country. Around here, if we blink we just about miss it.

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